In the middle of the city there was a game store. A place that rarely anyone went to anymore after everything became downloadable online or through subscription services, so it was no surprise that this particular game store was run down and miserable looking.
As a matter of fact the games it sold had been sitting on its shelves for so long that they were practically considered antiques, but not in the valuable way a grandfather clock was. No, it was more antique in the way a rotary phone was.
Useless, outdated and surpassed by many new innovations that were far superior. After all even if this game store had the best new games, many of them paled in comparison to Dawd.
Even with its cruel and harsh features, it was still beloved by many. The cruelty only added to the realism, after all, and it was quickly gaining a lot of hype, even in the mainstream. In fact certain powers that be were already starting to arrange the first annual Tournament of Champions.
